Don't talk to me, I will talk to the wall Men such as we have no feelings at all So you assume when we step from the crowd Deaf to the voice that objects aloud We stand up proud No sympathy (No violins) For such as we (No violins) No sympathy (No violins) Stares that suggest we're an alien race There's no escape from the look on your face Cut me I bleed, give me cause and I'll cry People don't change though you wonder why We have to try No sympathy... etc... No sympathy (No violins) For such as we (No violins) There is no need (No violins) No sympathy